It was six in the morning when I sprang from my bed. As I stood by the window brushing my teeth, I was treated to the sight of the pale moon, holding together the navy-blue bandages of night. Very soon, light would cut through the swaddled skies, trumpeting the arrival of a new day. I could not help but feel a little sad at that thought. What about yesterday, when we are all rushing to fulfil the promises of the next minute? The cold touch of my dog’s nose on my ankle made me realised that living time has slipped past while I held out in respectful remembrance for its deceased siblings. Panic rose at the back of my throat. With one hand, I swept stuff into my handbag and with another, drew circles on my lips as if they were mistakes on an assignment. As I opened the front door, the soft light of dawn invited itself into the house, filling every crack, dancing in every nook and corner. For the briefest moment, I had a crazy urge to abandon all plans, strip naked and climb into bed.
It has been more than a year since that morning I first reported for work.
These days I wake up to pacify my wailing iPhone Four, tickling it into silence before letting out a sigh. Time seems to have a taste for speed at night, spending minutes as if they were seconds. I push myself up from bed before arriving at the basin. The skies are as pretty as ever, but they may have lost a fan. Now, my morning attention is required in order to beat the cheating time. I wet my toothbrush’s Mohawk while checking out my zits; trying to decide if they have shrank by 0.0001 millimetre and making mental notes to purchase mouthwash. Oh, and shampoo. Right, dog’s shampoo too. Dog, where is my dog? I clucked for her before finding her curled up on the sofa. Giving her a quick hug, I promised her I will be home early. It never happened. The morning is almost done. I picked up my leather handbag which is the only constant in this magical room of mine; growing stuff I don’t know about while I am away at work, squirt some perfume and stumble out of the house.
It has been more than a year since that morning I felt happiness.
You already know your next step, it seems.